"Hehe." Li Yifei smiled faintly. These people didn't know what he meant by smiling. Just about to talk, they saw Li Yifei's expression change and said, "Take out your phone and call your family."

"Huh?" Song Qingshu was stunned for a long time. After reacting, he quickly took out his mobile phone. He didn't know whether Li Yifei's purpose was to blackmail or to find his parents, but he had to make this call anyway.

The call was quickly connected. Song Qingshu’s father picked him up. His name was Song Zhenye. He was a real estate developer in Ningcheng. He was even planning to go public recently. At this time, Song Zhenye just finished drinking and went home. He received a call from his son, Song Zhenye’s face. There was a smile on his face. He is an old man, and he is not good at spoiling this son. He usually gives money and other things as long as he wants it, and he will give it to him if he causes trouble.

Song Zhenye's idea is that children will always be mature, and it's okay to be open when you're young, and it will be better when you reach a certain age.

Of course, this idea of ​​his is a bit simple, some people may not mature in their lifetime, and some people may cheat.

If usual, Song Qingshu would call old Comrade Song as soon as the phone was connected. It sounded a little disrespectful to his father, but Song Zhenye felt that this was a name that father and son were closer to each other, but today he does not have this voice. Song Zhenye immediately wanted to get awkward. He thought that he once called the child, but Song Qingshu was in bed with a woman and turned on the phone at that time. Song Zhenye later scolded his son. It's a pity that Song Qingshu doesn't care.

Is it here again this time? Song Zhenye was about to hang up, and Song Qingshu's voice came over the phone. His voice even changed a little, and he shouted, "Dad, is that you dad?"

"It's me, what's the matter with you?" Song Zhenye hurriedly asked when he heard that his son's voice was wrong.

"I..." Song Qingshu glanced at Li Yifei, Li Yifei stretched out his hand, Song Qingshu hurriedly handed the phone to him, Li Yifei picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and said lightly: "Are you Song Qingshu's father?"

Naturally speaking in Huaxia, Song Zhenye was stunned, and a few seconds later said, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am, I ask if you are Song Qingshu's father!"

"I... I am, are you? What happened to Qingshu?" Song Zhenye frowned.

"What's wrong with him? I will let him tell you as soon as I want to know what your name is now?" Li Yifei asked!

"I'm Song Zhenye!" Song Zhenye said in a higher voice. He already realized that something had happened, and then said again: "You let Song Qingshu answer the phone, I want to know what happened."

His son is abroad and cannot come back several times a year. Song Zhenye is worried that he will cause trouble there, but the other party is a Chinese, so Song Zhenye is also uncertain.

Li Yifei was thinking about the name Song Zhenye. He didn’t know him well and hadn’t heard of it. He was just worried that the other party was from the Song family and Song Zude was dead, but Li Yifei did not kill the Song family. If this time Song Zhenye , Song Qingshu and his son were from the Song family, so Li Yifei would have to be cruel, after all, he was not used to children.

This is why Li Yifei insisted on asking Song Zhenye's name.

"Song Zhenye, right? Your son has caused you a lot of trouble this time, haha." Li Yifei sneered and handed the phone to Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu was crying and listened to Li Yifei's words: Say it with your dad."

Song Qingshu dare not hide it. If he still doesn't understand that the person in front of him is not an ordinary person, but a man who kills gods, he really deserves to die. Seeing that the other party didn't want to kill him, Song Qingshu was busy leaving the matter as it was. Repeated it with Song Zhenye.

When Song Zhenye heard this, he was blinded by B. He was not surprised that his son did something like this in a foreign country. This kid is bold... But he provoked a Chinese, and the other party was... so fierce? Faced with a bunch of black people, he scared everyone. Now that his son is held to his head with a gun, Song Zhenye can be considered to have seen big winds and waves. He doesn’t know what to do now. Up.

"Dad, save me. I don't want to die!" Song Qingshu finally broke down and cried into the phone. Song Zhenye couldn't control this shout. He woke up with shaking hands and drinking. Forcing himself to calm down, Song Zhenye said to the phone: "Give the call to that gentleman, I will talk to him, you... shut up!"

In the end, Song Zhenye used to roar. He also woke up his wife in the bedroom and asked him what happened in his pajamas. Song Zhenye didn't explain why the fire broke out. Song Zhenye motioned his wife to shut up and waited for the call back to Li Yifei. In his hand, Song Zhenye tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and said very politely: "Sir, you...Song Qingshu did something wrong. Please let him go for the sake of your compatriots. I am a father of all things. Willing to take it."

"Hehe, you bear it? Can you bear it?" Li Yifei said disdainfully.

"This...whatever you want, you can just ask it, and I promise to do it." Song Zhenye could not care about other things in order to save his son. It was Li Yifei who made some excessive requests, and he estimated that he would follow suit.

"What is your relationship with the Song family?" Li Yifei asked.

"Song family? Which Song family?" Song Zhenye was stunned and asked.

"Song Zude's Song family." Li Yifei said.

"Song Zude? Are you talking about the Song family among the top ten families?" Song Zhenye asked hurriedly.

"Ok."

Wait, how does the mysterious person on this phone know the Song family? A flash of light flashed across Song Zhenye's head, and he immediately asked, "You...are you also from Ningxia?"

"You haven't answered my question. My patience is limited." Li Yifei said quietly.

"It's okay, I have absolutely nothing to do with them. Although my surname is Song, I am just a small businessman... The Song family also looks down on them. They are all more advanced people." Song Zhenye explained busy.

Oh, it's not from the Song family. Li Yifei's brows stretched out. If it were Song Zude's family, then Li Yifei would definitely solve Song Qingshu today, and he would also solve his father after returning to China.

But fortunately not, Li Yifei's resentment towards Song Zude was not so serious.

Song Qingshu couldn't hear the voice on the phone. He was crying and looked up at Li Yifei. At this moment, he had forgotten what beautiful women, and if he survived today, it was his ancestors who burned incense.

"How do you know the Song family? Otherwise..." Song Zhenye asked tentatively.

"Okay, capital crimes can be avoided, living crimes cannot be escaped." Li Yifei said impatiently, hung up the phone, Song Qingshu sighed, and then he shook again. He doesn't need to die, but in case of a broken arm or leg, this Life is gone.

Song Zhenye listened to the busy tone on the phone, he didn't dare to call back, although he wanted to call back very much, but that would annoy the other party and his son would be in danger.

Wait, am I missing something? Song Zhenye patted his head to calm himself down. Since the other party knows it is Song Zude, is it also from Ning Province? This is also very possible...

Song Zhenye was shocked. He thought of a name, but he was not sure, so he hurriedly turned on the phone and found a number to call.

Naturally, it is impossible to call Li Yifei with this call. He and Li Yifei do not have that friendship either. He called Song Zhentao. The two are cousins. Song Zhenye is the cousin. Song Zhentao is ten years younger than him. The two also have contacts, and the two have an official and a business, and they usually have contacts.

The phone rang for a while before Song Zhentao picked it up. He knew that his cousin was calling, so Song Zhentao's tone was good and asked: "Cousin, what's the matter for calling so late?"

"Zhentao, I do have something." Song Zhenye said directly: "My ineffective son got into trouble abroad."

"What's the matter?" Song Zhentao was also taken aback, waved to the person next to her, signaled her not to speak, then walked to the window and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Zhenye explained the matter. Hearing that Song Qingshu had hired someone to buy a murderer abroad and was a strong woman in the street, Song Zhentao hummed heavily. His official prestige was relatively heavy. After all, he was the secretary of the main shocker.

"Zhentao, I'll take care of this kid when he comes back, but the problem now is to keep him safe. I am just such a son. If he dies abroad, he will just..." Song Zhenye asked.

When his wife heard that her son was dead and alive, and also knew what had happened, she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. Song Zhenye didn't care about her, but waited for Song Zhentao's reply.

"Listening to you, it's probably Li Yifei." Song Zhentao sighed, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "I'll try to make a call. The relationship between Li Yifei and I is pretty good, but I can't guarantee it. If it were him, my words might not be effective. You know, Li Yifei is already a detached existence."

"Oh, okay, Zhentao, you call first, I'm afraid it will be too late...I am waiting for your message here, if it is Li Yifei, Qingshu still has hope of living." Song Zhenye didn't dare to delay too much. , He hung up after saying a word. When the phone hung up, he had time to see his wife, and found that she was in a coma. Song Zhenye hurriedly pinched people, and... slapped her mouth, and woke up his wife, clutching her aching face, and cried out. , Grabbing Song Zhenye's hand, shouted: "Old Song, you must save the child, you can't let him die abroad, otherwise..."

"Shut up! Don't I want to save it? It's you, it's all you, and the kids are used to it. It's fine to make a small mess in the past, but now it's all right, you actually buy murderers abroad, I'm..."